Tsubaki watched Sora, wondering what he was thinking about. She felt rather useless in times like these; anything she could think of to make things easier for him didn’t seem like enough.
“Mm, it seems like we’ve had chilly weather forever…” she answered. “The weather never seems to change. Does this place still have seasons?”
The mysteries of how this world worked were especially beyond her grasp. Tsubaki couldn’t even begin to guess how Landel managed to manipulate the environment so thoroughly. Day, night, time, reality… it all appeared to be under his control. For all she knew, Jack the snowman had been wiped away by the next morning like most things that happened at night. There one minute, gone the next. Like it’d never happened. If that was the case, maybe it was better to hope that he’d melted like a normal snowman would.
She was still musing over Sora’s state of mind when he asked her about her mission. Ah… that. The full story was an even more depressing subject if she thought about it. “Oh, sure, if you want to hear about it,” said the girl. If that was what Sora wanted to talk about, why not? “I don’t think either of us knows why we were picked, but these soldiers came and got us after dinner…” Tsubaki went on to explain how they had been debriefed about their delivery mission and what they had found when they’d walked through the door. She mentioned her suspicions about the men attacking them possibly being the same rebels Marc worked with, but she left out the more gruesome details regarding the car wreck. That the desert had been booby trapped seemed like enough of an explanation.
But more important than that was Rapunzel’s idea and what had transpired because of it. Tsubaki hadn’t forgotten the checkpoint guard’s leniency with them, and she didn’t hesitate to tell Sora about it.
“And then we spent a couple of nights trying to find a computer that would work with the disc. When we finally did, most of what we found was just incomprehensible text. I’m not an expert, though, so maybe there’s more on it that we don’t know about it. What we could read looked like part of a report.”
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“Mm, it seems like we’ve had chilly weather forever…” she answered. “The weather never seems to change. Does this place still have seasons?”
The mysteries of how this world worked were especially beyond her grasp. Tsubaki couldn’t even begin to guess how Landel managed to manipulate the environment so thoroughly. Day, night, time, reality… it all appeared to be under his control. For all she knew, Jack the snowman had been wiped away by the next morning like most things that happened at night. There one minute, gone the next. Like it’d never happened. If that was the case, maybe it was better to hope that he’d melted like a normal snowman would.
She was still musing over Sora’s state of mind when he asked her about her mission. Ah… that. The full story was an even more depressing subject if she thought about it. “Oh, sure, if you want to hear about it,” said the girl. If that was what Sora wanted to talk about, why not? “I don’t think either of us knows why we were picked, but these soldiers came and got us after dinner…” Tsubaki went on to explain how they had been debriefed about their delivery mission and what they had found when they’d walked through the door. She mentioned her suspicions about the men attacking them possibly being the same rebels Marc worked with, but she left out the more gruesome details regarding the car wreck. That the desert had been booby trapped seemed like enough of an explanation.
But more important than that was Rapunzel’s idea and what had transpired because of it. Tsubaki hadn’t forgotten the checkpoint guard’s leniency with them, and she didn’t hesitate to tell Sora about it.
“And then we spent a couple of nights trying to find a computer that would work with the disc. When we finally did, most of what we found was just incomprehensible text. I’m not an expert, though, so maybe there’s more on it that we don’t know about it. What we could read looked like part of a report.”